Originally published in The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pa., on Sunday, December 11, 2011
By WANDA MURREN
After my son was killed, there were no photos in this newspaper of his crushed car resting by the snapped-off utility pole.
It wasn’t that my colleagues were looking out for my sensibilities, although I was the city editor at that time. There was no photo because they were really shortstaffed that day, it being Christmas weekend and all that.
So, the next day, I decided I needed to go and see the car Ben had died in. Such encounters take place behind auto body shops, of course, oddly suitable in their ugliness, I guess.
But there I was, in a whole lot full of cold and twisted metal evidence of bad luck and bad decisions.
Wandarings 